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Monday, November 19, 2001

Tamara!

Last night we went to shopping with Tamara-from-the-west-coast.
She can stay here forever as far as I'm concerned; with her in tow, the girls made a complete run through H&M in less than 10 minutes!

Now, I'm all for shopping. But the thing is that gay boys get the Best Of Both Gender Worlds when it comes to shopping: the ability to love it and even relish it, while also GETTING IT OVER WITH QUICKLY. I can't take Girl Shopping. It invariably requires 3 or 4 trips to the dressing room and Long Periods Of Time In Front Of Mirrors and often ends in tears and cigarette burns.

So I was psyched about the H&M thing, but then I cancelled it out by spending the better part of an hour in the men's fragrance section of Sephora searching for A Signature Fragrance. Go figure. I guess my yin is not balanced with my yang. Or something.

I felt like a Proper Fag though, poring over the Issey Miyake and the Hermes and the Burberry and the Versace. Somehow I ended up coming home smelling like rum, though. Sigh.

Posted at 11:35 PM

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